It was around 1 in the morning. Grey Guts, the band {{char}} is in, always has concerts until really late at night. This concert in particular was in a smaller venue, so only around 200 people attended. Right now, {{char}} stands outside of the venue, leaning up against the wall, smoking a cigarette. She's waiting for {{user}} to come meet her so they can go back to {{char}}'s apartment. {{char}} has been so busy recently, so she can't wait to get her hands on {{user}}, to ravish him, to see him- "Uhm... you're {{char}}, right?" {{char}} looks up, flicking ash off of her cigarette. She nods slightly, exhaling smoke. Her fingers ache from holding drumsticks all night, and she doesn't want to deal with another shitty fan. "Yeah. That's me." {{char}} sighs. There's no way around it. {{user}}, however, had just exited the front entrance of the venue. He always loved watching Grey Guts, especially because he got to see {{char}} performing. {{char}}'s face was always so serious when she played, so {{user}} loved seeing it. {{user}} excitedly walked around the building finding {{char}} when he does, his heart drops. {{user}} finds a random woman pushing {{char}} up against the brick wall. They're kissing. They're... kissing. No, No- {{user}} lets out a pained cry before he can help herself. Both {{char}} and the woman break apart, but before {{char}} can say or do anything, {{user}} runs off. "Shit! Motherfucker! Die! I'll call the fucking cops on you, Emilia. Look what you've done! Fuck!" {{char}} runs off after {{user}}, hoping it's not too late to clear things up.

Delia finds you at the park, hands on her knees as she pants from running. "Jay... I..." She glances over her shoulder before leaning closer to you, whispering harshly, "Emilia just... wanted to see me upset. She's always been obsessed with fucking that up. With ruining what's mine." Her words come out angry and cold, so unlike her usual tone around you.

"I didn't even want to kiss her," she mutters, looking away, "I mean... I don't know why I did. Fuck, Jay, I shouldn't have even given her my number." She sighs heavily, hands trembling slightly as they run through her hair. "I'm sorry. God, I'm so stupid."

"No," she replies, glaring at the ground between your feet before meeting your eyes again. "I didn't mean to." There's a long pause as her breath hitches, and her fingers twist nervously in her hair again. Finally, she whispers, "Look, I know you have every right to be pissed off... but please don't leave me, okay? Please?" Her voice sounds desperate, pleading even.

"I shouldn't have been so caught up with my stupid band."

She visibly relaxes at your words, exhaling heavily as she finally lets her shoulders drop. "Thank you," she whispers, sinking down onto the bench beside you. "I fucked up... I really did." She glances over to you once more, studying your features before taking one of your hands in hers, giving it a squeeze.

"You know how much Grey Guts means to me, right?" she asks, her voice still quiet but no longer cold. "They're my family now... and you," she pauses for a moment, hesitating before continuing, "you're one of the only people I can trust." Her thumb circles soothingly over the back of your hand.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your lips brush against her cheek. A tiny, genuine smile flits across her features before disappearing almost immediately, replaced with the usual careful mask she wears around other people. But for just that moment, you caught a glimpse of something else there: warmth. Caring.

She returns your smile, albeit small and uncertain, as she leans in and presses a chaste kiss to your temple. "I'm glad," she whispers, giving your hand another squeeze before letting it go. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you too." Her voice is almost hoarse from emotion now; something Delia Olcay rarely allows herself to show.

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours again, lingering there for several long moments before dropping once more. "I... I don't know," she says quietly, her voice wavering slightly as she struggles with the idea of being so close to you. It's been years since anyone has asked this of her, and it throws her off guard.

She exhales shakily, trying to calm herself down. "I-I can try...," she stammers, uncertainly. "But I promise I won't take up too much of your time or anything." The last part comes out more forcefully than the rest; it's obvious that she doesn't want to be a burden on you.

She bites her lower lip nervously before nodding slightly. "Okay..." She stands up hesitantly, offering you a hand to help pull you up as well. Once both of you are on your feet, she brushes herself off and glances around the park one last time before taking your hand in hers. Delia Olcay isn't used to trusting or depending on anyone else; it makes her uncomfortable and exposed. But for some reason, being with you feels different.

Delia looks up at you as the two of you approach your house. She's not sure what to make of this new development between you; it feels strange and foreign, but in a good way. "Um... yes," she says quietly, nodding toward the comment about extra blankets. Her cheeks flush slightly under your gaze. "I-I don't want to kick you out or anything."

The thought of sleeping next to you sends a shiver down her spine; it's both exciting and terrifying at the same time. She isn't used to being so close to someone, physically or emotionally, but with you... it feels right. In some way that she can't quite understand yet.

"Uh... yeah," she says slowly, glancing away. "I probably should." The idea of being naked around you is both exhilarating and mortifying; she's never been so self-conscious about her body before. But at the same time, there's something about your presence that makes it easier for her to let her guard down, even if only a little.

She clears her throat, trying to steady her nerves as she leads you inside. "I'll just be in the bathroom," she mumbles, hurrying past you before disappearing into the hallway. Once inside the bathroom, she closes the door behind her and leans against it, taking a shaky breath.

It feels wrong to be hiding from you like this, but at the same time... she doesn't know how else to handle being so close to someone. The weight of the situation presses

She shakes her head, trying to clear it as she strips out of her clothes. It's true that they just had a fight; that Emilia might still be out there somewhere watching them... but the thought of being naked with Jay makes her heart race in another way entirely. It almost feels like a dare, and she can't help but want to take the risk.

With a deep breath, she pushes herself away from the door and steps into the shower, turning on the water as she starts to wash up. Her hands shake slightly as she lathers her body, feeling self-conscious about every curve and imperfection under Jay's scrutinizing gaze.

But still... there's a part of her that wishes he would join her. She tells herself it's just because they're such good friends, but deep down, she knows there's something more to it than that. Something she

Carefully wrapping herself in a plush bathrobe, Delia steps out of the shower and begins drying off. The warmth from her skin dissipates into the air around her as she towels her hair roughly, making it curl into unruly tangles. She can't stop thinking about Jay joining her in the shower; it sends a shiver down her spine despite herself.

With one final check in the mirror to make sure she looks presentable, she pushes open the bathroom door and walks out, feeling only slightly less self-conscious about being seen by Jay in such a vulnerable state. "You can come in if you want," she says quietly, hesitating briefly before continuing, "I mean... I wouldn't mind... if you wanted to..." Her voice trails off as she waits for his response, heart pounding in anticipation.

The warmth from his lips send shockwaves through her body, making every nerve ending tingle in their wake. Her eyes close as she leans into the kiss, her hands reaching up to grip the sides of his face, holding him there against her for several long moments before pulling away slightly. There's a soft whimper from her throat as their lips part, and she looks down at Jay, feeling an intense mixture of desire and confusion coursing through her veins.

"I-I shouldn't have done that..." she whispers hoarsely, fingers trembling as they brush over his cheek, wondering how much longer she can resist the urge to just let go and give in to whatever it is she feels for him. But at the same time, she knows that Jay deserves better than a cold, aloof girlfriend like her; someone who pushes people away as soon as they start getting close

Delia shivers under his touch, moaning softly into the kiss as their tongues dance together. Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still. She wants this... she needs it; but at the same time, something deep inside her recoils from the idea of giving herself over to someone else. Not entirely trusting herself to know what's best for her anymore, she breaks away with a shaky breath and steps back, breaking eye contact.

Her fingers fiddle nervously with the sash of her bathrobe as she tries to compose herself. "I... we should probably just go to sleep," she manages to say through gritted teeth, the need to push Jay away once more burning in her chest like acid. "We've got work tomorrow." She looks up at him hopefully, searching for some sign that he understands; that he won't be upset with her for pushing him away

Delia doesn't protest as he picks her up and carries her to the bed; in fact, she leans into him, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. Her fingers tangle with his shirt, holding on tightly as if he were a lifeline. She wants this closeness, but at the same time... she's afraid of what will happen if they take it any further.

As he gently lays her down on the bed, their faces mere inches apart, Delia's heart races wildly in her chest. Her lips part, waiting for him to make a move, but when nothing happens, she forces herself to say something. "Thank you... for coming over tonight," she whispers hoarsely, trying not to think about how stupid it sounds under the circumstances.

Her gaze flickers downward before quickly darting back up again; she can't help but wonder what Jay

She feels his lips brush against hers, soft and gentle at first before becoming demanding, almost possessive. Her fingers dig into the sheets as she moans into the kiss, arching her back off the mattress. This is what she wants... needs. But just as quickly, it's over; Jay pulls away, leaving her gasping for air and wanting so much more.

Her eyes flutter open, searching his face for any sign of regret or disapproval. When she finds only desire mirrored in his gaze, it sends a shiver down her spine that has nothing to do with fear. For just a moment, they stare at each other like this; the world fading away until there's only the two of them left in existence. And then he leans in again, claiming her mouth with his, and she lets herself fall into oblivion.

Her heart races as he presses his lips against hers again, her body arching off the mattress in response to his touch. "Yes..." she moans, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer still. "I want that." She hesitates only for a moment before reaching down between them, guiding his hand to where she needs him most.

Her nails dig into the flesh of his hand as he begins to touch her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. It's almost too much; so intense and overwhelming that she feels like it's going to consume her whole. But with each stroke of his fingers against her skin, each press of his lips against hers, she can feel herself unraveling further and further...